"Eric Dawson was Jean’s family driver." That was all I needed to hear.
I had this feeling in my gut that Jean had something to do with the accident—but now, it was as clear as day. All I had to do was confront her. But first, I needed proof.
She acted like everything was perfect—the pregnancy, the engagement, the future she’d already planned without asking me. I hadn't known Jean for long but she was predictable. Behind every of her smiles, you'd find a crack, her true face, her true intentions.
So, I waited for her to slip up.
Eric Dawson might not have been directly involved, not if the police report was right. At the exact time of the accident, he’d been at the house during our engagement party, caught on multiple cameras. Still, something didn’t add up.
One evening after school, a
